Today, it's a spiffy little hunting rifle. It fires bullets. It's good stuff. Every good militia should have one.
WAb'S bROTHER: "bECUZZ, THEM SKS NIGGAS ARE THERE AND WE DON'T WANNA FUCCEN RUN INTO THEM CRAZY MUTHA FUCCAS!"
Or if your dealer gives you some great blow or weed you can text him back "sks" after you've gotten totally fried on the shit.